Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

The woman had said it all, and Moore Howard just couldn’t get it back.

Delia Field’s heart was broken, and if she stayed here any longer her tears would burst, she didn’t want the woman to see her so defeated, so she turned and left without saying a word.

Moore Howard went up to chase after her but was overtaken by the woman, her white hands were like vines climbing up his shoulders and putting all her body weight on him as she hugged him from behind and rested her chin against his shoulder.

“Don’t chase after her, it’s useless for you to chase after her at this time, she will only hate you more, maybe she will even make a move on you, don’t underestimate women, when they are angry, they will also punch and kick you.”

Her voice was also like a stretching branch taking root in his ears, her tone was coquettish and melodious as she spoke.

There was also an unmistakable smugness.

It was a contest between women, and it was clear that the unprepared Delia Field had lost, as the woman had repelled her rival with ease.

To her, it was normal for a man to have many flings, but she could never lose in terms of momentum.

The woman thought that by winning this one, she would win Moore Howard’s heart, but unfortunately she was wrong about the man.

Compared to her, Delia Field is the one who can help him get revenge on York Charlie and get back on top.

Delia Field’s presence is important until the revenge program is successful.

And this woman, even if she was tearing down the stage, now she had the nerve to come and lecture.

“Don’t you know I hate it when people lecture me?” Moore Howard’s tone dropped to freezing point, startling her, and the hand wrapped around his shoulder unconsciously loosened.

Moore Howard exuded an aura that looked like it could kill.

Seeing Moore Howard turn around and look at her expressionlessly, without a trace of emotion in his eyes, the woman knew how serious the consequences would be.

She had gotten so carried away in the moment that she had forgotten that she was serving a tyrant.

“I, I’m not preaching, I’m just giving some advice, you don’t have to listen if you don’t want to, let’s eat cherries.” The woman held up the cherries in a delicate glass bowl and did her best to please him.

Moore Howard took it, but instead of eating it, he dropped it with the bowl on the floor.

Shards splattered everywhere, not that it mattered if Moore Howard was tightly dressed, not so much for the woman, whose exposed thighs were cut by the bouncing shards of glass, and blood flowed instantly.

“Ah-”

The woman screamed and cried as she drew a tissue to cover the wound, her body so weak from shock that she stumbled and sat on the floor.

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Moore Howard approached towards her and she stepped back in fear, her face turning blue with terror.

Backing up until she couldn’t back up anymore, the woman began to beg for mercy, “I’m sorry, I was wrong, I won’t dare next time …”

“Next time?” Moore Howard grunted and laughed, but his face was all but smirkless.

He raised his foot and kicked the woman hard a few times, no matter how much she begged for mercy and screamed, he didn’t go soft.

The woman was wrong, he wasn’t a tyrant, a tyrant was at least human.

He wasn’t a man, he was a demon.

Moore Howard stopped only when he was afraid it was too late to catch up with Delia Field, he grabbed the woman by the collar and warned her fiercely, “Next time you try to badger me, I will not forgive you.”

By then, it would be more than just that punishment.

“Keep your mouth shut.” Moore Howard shook the woman off and straightened up to leave the room, leaving her in the room crying and nodding, “I know …”

She knew – it was all Delia Field’s fault that she was being treated like this by Moore Howard, and she wouldn’t leave Delia Field alone if she got the chance.

…

The reason Moore Howard would chase her out was because he knew Delia Field was still holding out the expectation that he would come after her, so he didn’t go far.

Besides, this is a high-class residential area, and there are very few taxis passing through here, so Delia Field won’t be able to get far even if she’s angry.

This time, however, she seemed to be really angry.

There was no sign of her on the road out of the apartment, and Moore Howard, in a moment of anxiety, had to venture out into the bustle of the city.

He was in such a hurry that he forgot to wear a mask, so he put on a hat, and if anyone recognized him as the nation’s most wanted man, he’d never be able to turn his life around.

No, Moore Howard thought to himself.

He shouldn’t be so unlucky that the only time he went out on the street without a disguise, he just happened to get caught.

As it turned out, he was lightening fast in the face.

Delia Field was nowhere to be found; he had instead come face to face with an old enemy on the street.

Blanche Capra looks incredulously at Moore Howard, she thought she was hallucinating, rubbing her eyes, Moore Howard is still there, it’s not a hallucination!

Moore Howard is really alive!

Moore Howard also found Blanche Capra, he turned around and ran without saying a word.

He’s unlucky enough to run into Blanche Capra for the first time without a disguise – a woman as cold-blooded and heartless as he is.

Blanche Capra also chased after her, but she was a girl, not as physically strong as Moore Howard, and now she was pregnant, so it was inconvenient for her to run, not to mention that she was still in the middle of her work.

She runs, and her assistant follows her.

Blanche Capra finally stops and just lets Moore Howard escape.

But it didn’t matter, she could basically determine Moore Howard’s range of activities – probably in this area.

The way he was dressed, he should have rushed out of his house without even putting on a mask, and if he had come from somewhere else, he couldn’t have been so ostentatious.

Blanche Capra finished her analysis and immediately called the police.

“Let’s not spook him now, let’s take him by surprise.” Blanche Capra also gave advice to the police.

She wanted Moore Howard, the son of a bitch, to be caught earlier than anyone else, he had done all the bad things, caused her family to die, misunderstood York Charlie for almost ten years, and indirectly caused York Charlie to become what he was now.

Such a person shall not die!

Hanging up the phone, Blanche Capra gasped slightly, she was a little excited just now.

The assistant looked at her in fear, “Capra, President Capra?”

“What for?” Blanche Capra subconsciously raised her voice in response, then quickly reacted – her priority now was to get back to her meeting with the client.

The assistant said warily, “We’re running late.”

“I know, just get back.”

They turned back the way they came.

Moore Howard ran and hid in a dark alley for two hours to make sure nothing was following him, and he immediately went back to his apartment and packed his things to leave.

The woman he beat up was still sitting on the floor sobbing, she was thrilled to see him coming, “Moore, I really know I’m wrong, just forgive me this once.”

Moore Howard ignored her at first, only focusing on stuffing the cash and clothes into the black bag, only later did he squat down and gently cupped her chin, his tone easing down, “You’ve apologized so sincerely, how can I not forgive you.”

The woman was thrilled and immediately showed her goodwill.

And Moore Howard wanted something simple, “How much cash do you have in your wallet right now, can I have it all? Cutie.”

She nodded.